"unibrow" poems - Hello Poetry

There's nothing worse on God's green earth Than a woman with ultimate power She'll time you when you sit on the throne And it better not take an hour Imagine if there was a Woman ****** Man would we be ******* You know, a woman who thinks she knows it all But you would still swear she's a dude A dinky little mustache beneath her nose And a unibrow that looks like it's winkin' I never noticed but the stubble on her chin Kinda looks a little like Abraham Lincoln This Woman ****** will change the world And make slaves of all the men She'd make a decloration that watching football Would be the unpardonable sin I bet you didn't know if you rearrange the letters She's known to one and all Just rearrange the letters in Woman ****** It's gonna spell Mother in law

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Feb 14, 2011

Feb 14, 2011 at 3:34 PM UTC

larry-b

Woman ******

There's nothing worse on God's green earth Than a woman with ultimate power She'll time you when you sit on the throne And it better not take an hour Imagine if there was a Woman ****** Man would we be ******* You know, a woman who thinks she knows it all But you would still swear she's a dude A dinky little mustache beneath her nose And a unibrow that looks like it's winkin' I never noticed but the stubble on her chin Kinda looks a little like Abraham Lincoln This Woman ****** will change the world And make slaves of all the men She'd make a decloration that watching football Would be the unpardonable sin I bet you didn't know if you rearrange the letters She's known to one and all Just rearrange the letters in Woman ****** It's gonna spell Mother in law

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The stubble on my face Says time to shave The hair on my hair wild Out of control overpowering gel Unibrow needs to be tweezered Mustache over laps the lip Take the razor groom the safe Line up the side burns Hair comes off exposing the flesh Nice trip to the barber Trim the top Shape the hair line along the neck Groomed and clean till it all grows back

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Feb 16, 2013

Feb 16, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC

infamous-one

Groom

The stubble on my face Says time to shave The hair on my hair wild Out of control overpowering gel Unibrow needs to be tweezered Mustache over laps the lip Take the razor groom the safe Line up the side burns Hair comes off exposing the flesh Nice trip to the barber Trim the top Shape the hair line along the neck Groomed and clean till it all grows back

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My nose it too wide My eyes are too blue My hair is too straight My arms are too big My toes are too long My hands are too small My shoulders are too broad. My skin isn't tan enough My lips aren't full enough My hips aren't small enough My ears aren't long enough My neck isn't round enough My eyebrows aren't thin enough My birthmark isn't hidden enough. But. My nose has a freckle on the tip that is so cute My eyes are round and wide, innocent they seem My hair is thick and naturally blonde My arms are super strong My toenails are perfectly square My hands are smooth My shoulders are toned My pale skin helps when I pretend to be a vampire My lips are a nice shade of pink My hips are wide, just more to shake My ears have enough piercings to make them pretty My neck has a scar that tells a scary story My unibrow just means I think nonstop My birthmark is shaped like heart; why would I want to hide that? I look in the mirror every day I point at my reflection I say, "You **** thang," I wink at myself And I know everything will be okay.

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Aug 15, 2013

Aug 15, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC

alayna-stinson

Untitled

My nose it too wide My eyes are too blue My hair is too straight My arms are too big My toes are too long My hands are too small My shoulders are too broad. My skin isn't tan enough My lips aren't full enough My hips aren't small enough My ears aren't long enough My neck isn't round enough My eyebrows aren't thin enough My birthmark isn't hidden enough. But. My nose has a freckle on the tip that is so cute My eyes are round and wide, innocent they seem My hair is thick and naturally blonde My arms are super strong My toenails are perfectly square My hands are smooth My shoulders are toned My pale skin helps when I pretend to be a vampire My lips are a nice shade of pink My hips are wide, just more to shake My ears have enough piercings to make them pretty My neck has a scar that tells a scary story My unibrow just means I think nonstop My birthmark is shaped like heart; why would I want to hide that? I look in the mirror every day I point at my reflection I say, "You **** thang," I wink at myself And I know everything will be okay.

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In a lit parlor you recite pain Anecdote She went missing, babe split in the night I’m placid and have mastered jealousy this time, I know a friend best when I can face them leg splayed. But that old ghost howls, Old ghost Old shame Old photos alone. I had a unibrow in one and my shirt was too big but I thought it was stylish And I thought I could be a model. Whatever happened to that photo? Where do old memories go when you toss them out with the trash? I always thought the garbage man must have a fat photo album. I guess I should be more careful I guess I should learn to let go I’m walking with my head held high My hair twin serpents on my breast And I stumble over a meaty stump- It’s alive with larva and its eyes are ripe And its tongue hangs out of its maw vulgarly It laps at my ankle “Remember me? Remember me?” CAN’T YOU STAY DEAD I hear myself shouting from somewhere totally vulnerable and Why did I ever let you touch me? Thanks so much-

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Aug 1, 2013

Aug 1, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC

yokomolotov

We’ll Never Be Free From It

In a lit parlor you recite pain Anecdote She went missing, babe split in the night I’m placid and have mastered jealousy this time, I know a friend best when I can face them leg splayed. But that old ghost howls, Old ghost Old shame Old photos alone. I had a unibrow in one and my shirt was too big but I thought it was stylish And I thought I could be a model. Whatever happened to that photo? Where do old memories go when you toss them out with the trash? I always thought the garbage man must have a fat photo album. I guess I should be more careful I guess I should learn to let go I’m walking with my head held high My hair twin serpents on my breast And I stumble over a meaty stump- It’s alive with larva and its eyes are ripe And its tongue hangs out of its maw vulgarly It laps at my ankle “Remember me? Remember me?” CAN’T YOU STAY DEAD I hear myself shouting from somewhere totally vulnerable and Why did I ever let you touch me? Thanks so much-

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I am beautiful, don't you know that? My pimples make other pimples bow in awe, gaze with uncontrollable lost, my flabby arms make the women sneer with envy. The stripes I acquired on my thighs and luscious backside have men telling me I'm the next best thing. My unibrow and hairs on my chiny-chin on my unpainted face have makeup companies selling my skin across mediterranean seas. My diet has been written about in many magazines, even Homer follows my diet, it's a very important part of life. I never smoke, I hear the world is going to outlaw it. I have married every mirror I've come across even my reflection in the ocean has proposed. How could I turn myself down I am beautiful you know. I am beautiful, I can't believe you don't know that. Every piece of me is beautiful even the fungus on my toes, but I hear it isn't good to brag.

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Dec 4, 2015

Dec 4, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC

charrose

Narcissa

I am beautiful, don't you know that? My pimples make other pimples bow in awe, gaze with uncontrollable lost, my flabby arms make the women sneer with envy. The stripes I acquired on my thighs and luscious backside have men telling me I'm the next best thing. My unibrow and hairs on my chiny-chin on my unpainted face have makeup companies selling my skin across mediterranean seas. My diet has been written about in many magazines, even Homer follows my diet, it's a very important part of life. I never smoke, I hear the world is going to outlaw it. I have married every mirror I've come across even my reflection in the ocean has proposed. How could I turn myself down I am beautiful you know. I am beautiful, I can't believe you don't know that. Every piece of me is beautiful even the fungus on my toes, but I hear it isn't good to brag.

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When I uproot the hairs sprouting from the glabella and strip my cupid’s bow of its wildflowers, Frida Kahlo writhes in her grave. She haunts me. “You are beautiful.” [unibrow and all] “You are beautiful.” [moustache and all] “You are beautiful.” [sadness and all]

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Dec 13, 2023

Dec 13, 2023 at 6:35 PM UTC

VinylPoetry

Surrealist

When I uproot the hairs sprouting from the glabella and strip my cupid’s bow of its wildflowers, Frida Kahlo writhes in her grave. She haunts me. “You are beautiful.” [unibrow and all] “You are beautiful.” [moustache and all] “You are beautiful.” [sadness and all]

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I wrote a letter once, a letter for my mom it was filled with deep emotion, a letter for the strong! "A developing girl growing in all places, boys constantly attacking cruelty on their faces. Sasquatch, big foot, gorilla they taunted, a poor vulnerable developing girl they haunted. popular girls: you're dark ugly and fat popular boys: mustache unibrow, why you look like that?!? silently she wiped her tears every day & every night, her heart in constant pain, her brain slowly giving up the fight. laughing & smiling while dark thoughts took over her brain; drown yourself, hang yourself, hurry before you go insane. its finally her breaking point goodbye & farewell to all, she sits to write her letter to explain it all!" I wrote a letter once, & stuck it between my bears I hugged my mom so tight, she never knew it was my farewell! "I parted from her loving arms trying no to cry she handed me a positive test, I knew it wasn't my time! I promise to love you and protect you from everything that is bad, I'm going to be the best big sister any brother could ever have! I grabbed that letter, you know the letter full of pain, I threw that letter to the trash, had to be love on the brain!" I wrote a letter once, a letter for my mom to read it never got delivered, for a special baby brother seemed to intervene!

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Dec 4, 2019

Dec 4, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC

LovelyBarajas661

~Unforgettable Life Letter~

I wrote a letter once, a letter for my mom it was filled with deep emotion, a letter for the strong! "A developing girl growing in all places, boys constantly attacking cruelty on their faces. Sasquatch, big foot, gorilla they taunted, a poor vulnerable developing girl they haunted. popular girls: you're dark ugly and fat popular boys: mustache unibrow, why you look like that?!? silently she wiped her tears every day & every night, her heart in constant pain, her brain slowly giving up the fight. laughing & smiling while dark thoughts took over her brain; drown yourself, hang yourself, hurry before you go insane. its finally her breaking point goodbye & farewell to all, she sits to write her letter to explain it all!" I wrote a letter once, & stuck it between my bears I hugged my mom so tight, she never knew it was my farewell! "I parted from her loving arms trying no to cry she handed me a positive test, I knew it wasn't my time! I promise to love you and protect you from everything that is bad, I'm going to be the best big sister any brother could ever have! I grabbed that letter, you know the letter full of pain, I threw that letter to the trash, had to be love on the brain!" I wrote a letter once, a letter for my mom to read it never got delivered, for a special baby brother seemed to intervene!

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There will be so many I disappoint that I, content, do not heed. My mother — Who cooks when I am not hungry. My sister — who frowns at my blemishes and plucks my unibrow ferociously. The poet slash musician slash magician who calls me to **** when his calendar is empty. I bailed on them, like the similes that no longer serve me, like the poems I tossed as therapy — You know — The ones spun from circular conversations — gut feelings supplemented by text messages when you're half paying attention, half wishing the space between buzzes would lengthen. There will be so many irked that I, content, remain unresponsive. They wish my mouth wide open, drooling, trained to heed queries, They pull my time like teeth, Blinded by the sting, I can’t see the point of fearing their disappointment. Because there will be so many I disappoint, but I, at peace.

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC

courtney-pruitt

There will be so many.

There will be so many I disappoint that I, content, do not heed. My mother — Who cooks when I am not hungry. My sister — who frowns at my blemishes and plucks my unibrow ferociously. The poet slash musician slash magician who calls me to **** when his calendar is empty. I bailed on them, like the similes that no longer serve me, like the poems I tossed as therapy — You know — The ones spun from circular conversations — gut feelings supplemented by text messages when you're half paying attention, half wishing the space between buzzes would lengthen. There will be so many irked that I, content, remain unresponsive. They wish my mouth wide open, drooling, trained to heed queries, They pull my time like teeth, Blinded by the sting, I can’t see the point of fearing their disappointment. Because there will be so many I disappoint, but I, at peace.

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Yellow stained teeth yet she smiles. That smile is excuding pride. Body hair growing wild, Yet her arms give such warmth. She disappears amongst a crowd. Lurking as a helpful eye. Men laugh at her unibrow, Dismissing her giving heart. Disregard of her love's vow. She'd love with all of her being And her pride yellow stained smile. Yet eyes only see her flaws. Her inner beauty shines bright, Guiding true love through the night.

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Jan 11, 2017

Jan 11, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC

ree-bunch

Guide Light

Yellow stained teeth yet she smiles. That smile is excuding pride. Body hair growing wild, Yet her arms give such warmth. She disappears amongst a crowd. Lurking as a helpful eye. Men laugh at her unibrow, Dismissing her giving heart. Disregard of her love's vow. She'd love with all of her being And her pride yellow stained smile. Yet eyes only see her flaws. Her inner beauty shines bright, Guiding true love through the night.

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See Lonely Larry lost in his ************ fantasies knowing he'll never not be utterly alone. Using whoever he can to forget who he is, actively ignoring the scars he leaves on them. There's Twisted Tina, she's hard to miss her only friends, flies and spiders she lures them in so sweetly then perversely plucks their legs and wings then squeals with delight watching them suffer. Hiding beyond, Wicked Wray who paces with her vile sashay refusing to acknowledge the lives she stole away pointing fingers, calling names but it's only her reflections in the mirror she has to blame. I see Androgenous Alice hard to tell if it's she or he doesn't really matter because she or he will use whatever she or he has or doesn't have to take what she or he wants. Senseless Sara, watch her run far and away with her unibrow furrowed chasing the demon rabbits unleashed by her careless couplings not even worth a word of truth. The list goes on and on.... Swaggering Stevie Malevolent Mandy Cat with the Claws So many more banging their heads in the padded room lost in thier sickness and disgrace.

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC

any-present-moment

Asylum

See Lonely Larry lost in his ************ fantasies knowing he'll never not be utterly alone. Using whoever he can to forget who he is, actively ignoring the scars he leaves on them. There's Twisted Tina, she's hard to miss her only friends, flies and spiders she lures them in so sweetly then perversely plucks their legs and wings then squeals with delight watching them suffer. Hiding beyond, Wicked Wray who paces with her vile sashay refusing to acknowledge the lives she stole away pointing fingers, calling names but it's only her reflections in the mirror she has to blame. I see Androgenous Alice hard to tell if it's she or he doesn't really matter because she or he will use whatever she or he has or doesn't have to take what she or he wants. Senseless Sara, watch her run far and away with her unibrow furrowed chasing the demon rabbits unleashed by her careless couplings not even worth a word of truth. The list goes on and on.... Swaggering Stevie Malevolent Mandy Cat with the Claws So many more banging their heads in the padded room lost in thier sickness and disgrace.

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I know you do not think of me in these similar ways your mind is without a doubt caught up on some trivial schemes or some other passion or long yearned for dreams and when you lay that muddled mind to rest for the night thoughts of me I doubt come alive But when when my pillow case roughly brushes my cheek those slender fingers of yours I secretly seek to kiss the inner creases of your busy palms to rub those scraggly hairs that grow from your chin your almost-not-quite unibrow once greatly bothered me so but to place my lips on it once again I could not ask for more yes that smacking of yours was such an eyesore and yet to hear you ramble on about this-or-that is what my life now surely lacks Before you write me off as some lovestruck fool I am aware there were some details of us not exactly fine tuned but I would be ****** if I do not admit I miss those whole qualities the very essence of life that sprung from you and reverberated into the deepest pits of my soul

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC

polkadotpudding

Reverberated

I know you do not think of me in these similar ways your mind is without a doubt caught up on some trivial schemes or some other passion or long yearned for dreams and when you lay that muddled mind to rest for the night thoughts of me I doubt come alive But when when my pillow case roughly brushes my cheek those slender fingers of yours I secretly seek to kiss the inner creases of your busy palms to rub those scraggly hairs that grow from your chin your almost-not-quite unibrow once greatly bothered me so but to place my lips on it once again I could not ask for more yes that smacking of yours was such an eyesore and yet to hear you ramble on about this-or-that is what my life now surely lacks Before you write me off as some lovestruck fool I am aware there were some details of us not exactly fine tuned but I would be ****** if I do not admit I miss those whole qualities the very essence of life that sprung from you and reverberated into the deepest pits of my soul

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What I d remember of you When I leave this place Is of us exploring the foggy city in the early mornings Is of us cozying at night infront of your fire place Playing a deck of cards Drinking beer with our friends Of the love that we thought we had Of the loss we thought we d incurred Of the emotions vested Of the coffee beans roasted You and I posing for the picture We printed on the mugs as memorabilias for the future of your unibrow I was once so fascinated with of my life stories you dismissed as a simple myth of the taste of your lips the warmth of your coffee breath the sharpness of your nose of the moments we chose of the takeout menus lying on the floor of the house, the water and the shore I am carrying the love with me The memories and the shared spaces I would try to move on without you Without your kisses and warm embraces Release myself from the shambles of your love And move on to getting caged by your memories Keep ruling me my love For without you I am lost of my many identities.

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Oct 26, 2017

Oct 26, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC

supritha

To Moving on

What I d remember of you When I leave this place Is of us exploring the foggy city in the early mornings Is of us cozying at night infront of your fire place Playing a deck of cards Drinking beer with our friends Of the love that we thought we had Of the loss we thought we d incurred Of the emotions vested Of the coffee beans roasted You and I posing for the picture We printed on the mugs as memorabilias for the future of your unibrow I was once so fascinated with of my life stories you dismissed as a simple myth of the taste of your lips the warmth of your coffee breath the sharpness of your nose of the moments we chose of the takeout menus lying on the floor of the house, the water and the shore I am carrying the love with me The memories and the shared spaces I would try to move on without you Without your kisses and warm embraces Release myself from the shambles of your love And move on to getting caged by your memories Keep ruling me my love For without you I am lost of my many identities.

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